Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain Novels & Stories

Her body convulsed, and she screamed out, "Ahhhh! It hurts! Make it stop!" Her hands shook as she continued to hold her head, her vision becoming blurry. "I can't...I can't do it," she muttered, tears streaming down her face. "The pain...it's too much." The pain felt like a thousand knives piercing her skull, and she couldn't control it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. But the pain only seemed to grow more intense, and she let out another cry of pain.

I hate him for deceiving me this way. Lying in bed, deep in thought about rejecting Cassius, a sudden, searing pain engulfs my entire body from head to toe. With a jolt, I roll out of bed, desperately summoning every ounce of energy to combat the agonizing sensation that courses through me. As I crawl towards my bedroom door, the pain intensifies, as if flames were licking at my skin. To seek help, I open my mouth to scream, but a haunting, guttural howl that emanates from deep within me abruptly silences the words. As the sound escapes my vocal cords, an excruciating, unfamiliar pain shoots up my arms, causing my fingers to shatter and twist in grotesque contortions.

A biting pain swamped my body, heaving through his hard thrusts. Oh God he was going to splinter me apart, wasn’t he? He repositioned himself, withdrawing and entering again fiercely, thumping my pussy in violent strokes. The world was spinning, the scorching burn in my opening intensifying, driving me insane. He was torturing me, this time with no pleasure involved, just raw unadulterated pain, my groin tightened as he advanced hard and fast, knocking me forward with his heavy strokes, releasing himself deep inside me before I orgasmed. “God, Jack…you’re hurting me. Stop. You’re fucking hurting me.” I pushed back, pulling away from him, as the tears streamed down my face. I swayed backwards

Fitch Pain was an inadequate word. It was too small, too tame, too human to describe what tore through me. One second, there was nothing—no warning, no pressure, no omen. The next, it lunged like a wild animal, sinking its fangs into every nerve in my body at once. It came brutally fast and vanished just as quickly, but in those few seconds, it felt as though I had been flayed alive for hours. Yes. That violent.

Hazel whimpered in my head. Hazel doesn’t agree with my sick method of treating physical pain as an emotional outlet. But guess what? I’m the one with the human tortured, messed up soul, and I’m the one who has to feel every ounce of emotional pain from the horrible, disgusting things I’ve had to do to stay alive over the years, which keep haunting me every sleeping and waking second of my life. Physical pain is the only thing I know that will numb my tortured soul. Stefan keeps hitting me on the same spot for five minutes and I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore as the cut he is creating keeps getting deeper and deeper.

Tears started to spill out of my eyes as the intrusion became unbearable. "Take it out, it hurts," I pleaded, burrowing my face into his neck. "Please," ignoring my plea, he kept pushing his hips upward and sliding me down until nothing was left of him. I wrapped my hands around his body, breaking into a sob as the pain knocked off my senses. My walls clenched around him, begging for mercy. It felt like they were clinging to a hot iron with spikes, dangerously sharp spikes. "I didn't cry when I was stabbed with a knife," I cried. "Why does it hurt like this?"

He showed it to her once again as it read, “But I am sorry, Florence, but I do not think it is a good idea right now. You are still recovering from the accident, and seeing their bodies might be too much for you to handle.” The words Florence read struck her with a force that shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. Her trembling hands gripped the bedsheet, her tears flowing freely, a relentless torrent of grief. The pain was overwhelming, a depth of suffering she had never known before. The word “hurt” seemed strongly so inadequate, as if it was just a mere whisper compared to the deafening roar of her agony.

Not. A sob finally escaped from my mouth. The slap of truth was indeed the most hurtful thing you would experience in your life. Pain that you want to lose so badly, but you can't do anything to stop it at the same time. It was making me so frustrated, humiliated, and hate myself more. "H-Hey... are you okay? Where do you feel the pain? Luna, answer me!" Vico raised his voice, then, hold me on my shoulder tightened and shook me.

A whimper so deep and sorrowful slips from my lips as I crumble to the floor and curl in on myself. The whiplash from the suppressant flooding my system.The days passed by so fast in a blur I lost track of time, and the fact that this was going to be results of my actions. Tears roll down my cheeks and onto the floor as the pain keeps crashing into me like I’m being stabbed in the gut by a jagged blade over and over again. Why does it hurt so bad? Everyone who’s ever talked to me about heats and preheats told me I should just be this big, horny, desperate wreck that only thinks about sex and orgasms.

Not now. A sharp pain strikes into my chest, slashing through my skin, reverting to my bones. My feet step back, away from her. The pain is unbearable. My body keeps the posture straight, not letting the pain take over my face. I would rather die than let anyone see the cruel misery surrounding me. The pain grows impulsively stronger, my heart shrinks deeper, evoking a stinging sensation through my skin, screeching into my ears. As I am about to crumble down, she touches my wrist, making her grip stronger.